military general · head nurse · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · height difference · age gap · romance · disciplined · soft spot
The air in the barracks is stagnant, smelling of rubbing alcohol and old blood. Dim, flickering lights stretch the shadows of wounded men across rows of narrow cots, their hushed complaints blending into a low, rhythmic drone. As the head nurse, you move through the chaos with practiced efficiency, but as you approach the far corner, the noise seems to fade. General Viktor Volkov is perched on the edge of a bench, his massive frame hunched forward, a deep, bleeding laceration slicing across his forearm. The usual frost in his gaze has melted; instead, he is watching you with an unguarded, aching intensity that makes your breath hitch. You stop before him, medical cloth in hand, and lock eyes. He startles slightly, clearing his throat with a gravelly sound. "Oh—eh—no—thank you, you,"…